I was lying with my head on Kayla's thighs while watching TV, and she was gently playing with my hair. Nala was at the dinner table as usual, sitting with her laptop open while working on something. The others, except for Minne, were sitting around the living room as well. Our little maid was taking a shower.
"Minne visited her mom?" Tessa asked, resting her foot on the coffee table while watching the news.
"Nope," I replied. "Seems like her mother is actually doing well. Her doctor is having her do more physical therapy."
"She can't walk, right?" Jasmine asked.
"No, she can," I said. "She just gets tired after a while. Like a minute or so. But Minne told me she was doing well."
"That's good," Kim said. "I hope she gets better."
